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Upon your throat

 

I adore

your neck

and shoulders

elegant

exquisite

eloquent

completely bare

save for the cascade

of your hair

and my kiss

upon your throat.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Pasquale Picazio

 
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Posted by on July 28, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Ordinary girl

Art by Kim English

 

You may have had

an ordinary day

wearing ordinary clothes

doing ordinary things

with ordinary people

in an ordinary place

in an ordinary way

but you are certainly

not

an ordinary girl.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago, and posted here for an ‘ordinary’ girl

Art by Kim English

 
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Posted by on June 27, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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For summer

 

I ache for summer

bold, blue skies

bee buzz

and bird song

barbecues

and beaches

beautiful

bare-legged girls

in bright

brave

bewitching

summer dresses

and skirts

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Paul Kelley

 

 
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Posted by on May 23, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Come Undone

 

Come Undone

Another song I like but you might not know.  This is a duet between gravelly voiced American Mark Lanegan and Scottish singer Isobel Campbell. It comes from the third album they have collaborated on together called Hawk, which was released in 2010.

I adore the way their voices work together and the bluesy, tortured, sensual, lost feeling of this track.

I listen to it often, as I am now, sipping a glass of red wine, watching the evening fade, and feeling as if I am in the song.

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Song written by Isobel Campbell © and performed by Mark Lanegan and Isobel Campbell

(No video I’m afraid – lots of the tracks I like are unpromoted and taken from albums)

This post words only © the author writing as Romantic Dominant

 

“Come Undone”

I stumble and I fall, your time is on my side
Don’t make sense of it all, despite my foolish pride
It’s got me on my knees, tearin’ up my heart
I’m shakin’ at my bones, tearin’ me apart

When I can’t get close to you
I come undone, I come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone

Time will take its toll, time can break your heart
And if I had the chance, we’d never have to part
Took my only flame, took my one desire
Threw it all away when jumping in the fire

I can’t get close to you
I come undone, come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone

When the day is done I lay me down to rest
Everyone will see that I loved you the best
When all is said and done here simple and explain
And if I have the chance I’ll do it all again

But I can’t get close to you
I come undone, I come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone

I’m not scared of the dark though you tangle and tease me
But worse than your bark you said you’d never leave me
The devil make everybody, don’t please believe me
Oh love of my life, won’t you let me down easy?

Undone, I come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone
I come undone, I come undone
Come undone, babe, I come undone

 
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Posted by on May 4, 2017 in Music

 

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Like gunfire

 

I absolutely love

the staccato sound

of confident high heels

exploding

like gunfire

across an expensive

expanse

of polished

marble floor

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

The art is supposedly by Rob Hefferan, but I have my doubts (Thomas Saliot?)

 
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Posted by on April 21, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Cannot get enough

 

I am not obsessive

in any way,

nor compulsive

by nature.

 

I do not have fetishes

or fixations,

crazes

crushes

cravings,

infatuations

or fads.

 

I do not have dependencies

or tendencies

towards addiction

 

But I truly

cannot get enough

of your body.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier

 

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Attraction is a mystery

 

Attraction is a mystery

What is it that captures, captivates and compels?

What is it that draws us, like iron to magnet, bee to honey, moth to light? What is it that makes us warm to another, need to make contact, need to be in their presence, or simply make us catch our breath when they come close?

Is it in their eyes, or their mouth? Is it the arc of their smile? Is it in their height, their weight, their curves and lines? Is it in the colour of their skin or their hair? Is it in their laughter, or their voice, or their words, or the intelligent mind within?

Is it in their honesty, their truth, their empathy, their kindness, their compassion, their hope?

Is it in their movement, their balance, the way their body moves when they walk? Is it in the clothes they wear?

Is it in what they do, what they like, what they believe?

Is it in their beauty, and the beauty they see around them?

Is it in how good they make us feel?

Is it something we instantly see deep in their soul, something we recognise and know? Something that touches our own?

Is it that we sense they will complete us?

 

Attraction is a mystery.

Even after all these years I cannot explain it.

But I do know

I am deeply attracted to you

by all of the above.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 30, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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